I loved watching Tina's tits bounce and jiggle as she worked with the free weights. Her body had a slight sheen from the workout and it took effort on my part to resist throwing her on the floor and fucking her silly. Instead I threw myself into some abdominal crunches. Even after just a few days, I could see the difference in Tina's muscle definition. I hoped she kept up the exercise regime after returning home. I like really ripped women, but tone and firm in the right places is a real turn on.
After our run we had a light lunch and then I had Tina take a quick shower before getting dressed for our next adventure. I had her put on a tight, thin, scooped top with spaghetti straps, and a short, light skirt. No bra or underwear. Four inch pumps adorned her feet. She definitely looked slutty dressed like that, but with her eastern European features, Tina also had an exotic quality about her. She was sure to be popular where I was bringing her.
In the car Tina looked nervous, and I didn't have to guess why. The thin top clung to her shapely tits, leaving little to the imagination. When she sat down the short skirt hiked up enough to reveal her first class pussy if she kept her legs parted, as she was required to do. In fact, the way she was dressed could easily get her arrested in some places. But not where we were going, fortunately.
"You look nervous, slave," I said, glancing at Tina as I drove.
"I feel naked, Master," She replied.
"Don't worry, you'll soon be in good company," I answered cryptically.
"I don't understand, sir."
"You will soon enough."
After about 30 minutes on the road we arrived at our destination. The building itself was nothing much to look at, and the sign was on the smallish side. It read:
House of Breasts
Gentleman's Club
It Tina a second to realize what kind of place I was taking her to, but when she understood it was a strip club, she looked at me in surprise. Under the circumstances her expression was comical and I chuckled.
"Are you expecting me to dance here, Master?" She asked with a trembling voice.
"Not today, my pet. Today we are just customers," I answered.
Relief flashed across her face, but was quickly replaced by a quizzical look. I opened my door and got out of the car before she could ask me any more questions. There weren't too many other cars in the parking lot so I knew the place wasn't very busy. But I also knew that would change when the business men got off work around four o'clock. For now though, this was just what I wanted.
Once inside it was obvious to even the casual observer that the owners had put all the money into the interior. Even though the outside was a little shabby looking, on the inside it was clean and newly decorated. Not fancy by any means, but a nice change from some of the upholstered toilets I'd been in before. In fact, if not for the large central stage and stripper poles you might think this was an ordinary bar.
I picked a table near the empty stage. Tina looked distinctly uncomfortable. A waitress appeared before too long. I ordered a beer for myself and a glass of wine for my Croatian slave. As we waited I noticed that some of the other patrons kept looking our way. I guessed that woman don't come in here too often unless they are dancing. Especially hot exotic looking women dressed like my Tina. That's when a familiar voice rang out behind me.
"Mind if I join you?"
Tina's eye's went wide, but I wasn't surprised. After all, I had invited her.
"Please sit down Marie," I answered without turning around.
The sexy red-head circled around the table and sat on the other side next to Tina.
"So do you come here often?" I asked Marie.
She just smiled at my joke as it began to dawn on Tina that I had set this all up. That's when the waitress returned with our drinks and took Marie's order. Tina took a big gulp of her wine and then turned to Marie.
"Have you ever been in a place like this before?" She asked.
"Yes, a couple of times," Marie answered.
"I thought it would be more...sleazy," Tina replied.
"This is one of the nicer places," Marie said, "Would you have preferred sleazy?"
"No, I mean, maybe. But it's not up to me," Tina responded.
"Yes. That's your Master's decision, isn't it?" Marie observed.
"How...how did you know?" Tina asked in surprise.
With a twinkle in her eye Marie answered, "It's obvious if you know what to look for."
I don't think it occurred to Tina that others might know about our relationship without being told. It took her a moment to digest this revelation.
Looking around she asked quietly, "Do you think any of these men know?"
"Maybe," I answered, "But they sure as hell are wondering how I got to be so lucky to have two such sexy ladies sitting with me."
The both smiled broadly and made my cock twitch. Just then the music started and a booming voice announced that the next dancer was "Amber." A twenty-something blond glided out onto the stage dressed as harem girl. She had large tits and was a bit overweight, but still looked pretty hot.
Tina tried not to watch, but Marie kept commenting on her performance and pointing out things which repeatedly brought Tina's gaze up to the gyrating woman on the stage. Her act wasn't too bad and I looked forward to seeing what the prime time dancers looked like. When she was down to just her g-string, Marie held up a five dollar bill and Amber made her way over to the edge of the stage. Marie stood up and slipped it under the small band of her g-string, getting a handful of the blond's ass at the same time. This seemed to shock Tina, but I just watched and smiled.
After her dance was over and Amber left the stage there was a small break. Marie asked Tina what she thought of Amber's performance.
"She is very athletic, but not too graceful," was Tina's opinion. Inwardly I agreed with her.
"Can you imagine how erotic it would be to dance like that in front of a crowd of horny men?" Marie asked her.
"Oh I could never do that!" Tina exclaimed.
"You might be surprised at what you can do. You have an exotic, sexy charm that just oozes out of every pore of your body. I think you'd be a natural," Marie announced.
It looked to me like this comment blew Tina away, but she still had an objection. "Don't you think my boobs are too small?"
"They're called tits my pet, and yours are the perfect size for you," I chimed in.
"It's the shape and how you present them that matters most," Marie added. "Here, I'll show you."
